THE ALPHA'S REKINDLED BOND

Lillian's POV

"Pathetic," I muttered to myself as I picked up a dirty plate from the table and carefully put it in the sink, which was next to it.

Brenda and her silly friend Sylvia were at it again, gossiping about our Alpha.

It was tiring to hear them, yet I still couldn't stop myself from listening to their conversation.

"How on earth does he still look like he is in his twenties?" Brenda asked in a whisper.

"I know, right! Gosh, he doesn't age at all! He's in his late thirties, yet he still looks like a hunky teenager. Is that what it means to be an Alpha?" Sylvia answered as I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

Luckily, they couldn't see me because I had my back towards them, but that didn't mean I liked how they were talking about him.

And who was dumb enough to think that our Alpha wasn't aging because of his rank? It was clear that it was because of what we were!

Werewolves were different from humans in most ways. Not only did we age slowly, we had heightened abilities and impressive strength. We could heal in just a few seconds unless the wound was too deep; then it took some minutes.

But despite that, there were a few things that were a hazard and deadly to us, such as a vampire's bite. It brought about pain, and if not treated in time, one could lose their lives.

Red Otis, it was a rare flower that was hardly found because it only grew in hidden places and blossomed after fifty to a hundred years.

It was deadly in that a single dose killed any supernatural being or human. Then there was wolfsbane; it was made in both liquid and powdered form.

A simple dose made one's immune system weak for some hours, but that was it. It only became serious when it was overdosed. Silver usually burnt our skin but not to the point of inflicting wounds; it only made the skin itch, ache, and bruise.

We also had super speed and hearing, among other things. Although we lived in packs, some took it upon themselves to go rogue either due to being mateless, rejected, or banished.

The ranks that oversaw everything were the ones that were respected the most.

It was of no surprise that the Alpha was the topic spoken about every day by the she-wolves of our pack. After all, he was the Alpha male and the highest of rank. A born leader who ruled over us all, despite being a total cold bastard, no one paid attention to his wrongdoing.

His beta, the second in command (his right hand), was talked about too, sadly it wasn't as often as the Alpha. He too had an attitude which he rarely showed, but I saw past the innocent kind mask because underneath all that was the devil himself. He was worse than our Alpha.

Our Gamma, the third in command, was